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Poem of Compromised Noteworthiness

NIGHTMARES OF THE CHAINS

I first sense nauseaas they lock the shackles around my anklesto ride down heavy on the bones.Can't step too far or be still too long, my soft flesh will tear...I fight tearswhen they sling that weighty chain about my waist,buckle it through handcuffs, clasped too tight.Can't lift my hands or twist at all...

"Turn around, stand right there,get moving, keep quiet!"And the voice of the chains...

I judge the stairs well, my friend,or I, too, will feel the biteof gravel on my cheek.Can't hold my head too highor I must face the sneer of the guard,the stare of the child.Can't hope too hard to escapethe nightmares of the chains,clashing forever in my dreams,endless echoes of shame in my soul...